In the beginning, there was LAUGHTER!

Laughter was a huge part of our relationship. And it all started on our very first date. We went out to dinner and a show in Boston. At that time, the attire was more formal. He wore a suit, I wore a dress and heels. He drove in from Newburyport, picked me up in Chelsea and we drove into "the big city." He found a parking spot on a little side street within walking distance to the restaurant and the movie theater, or so he thought.

I'm remembering the restaurant was at one end of Tremont Street and the theater was perhaps three or four blocks away. The dinner was lovely, we walked to the theater and enjoyed the movie. While in the theater, I had the chance to give my feet a rest from those heels!

It was after the movie that things got a little unpredictable! He took my hand and we started walking toward the car.  (Now I digress a bit to say that I worked in this part of Boston during my high school years and was quite familiar with the area.) Being the demure, lovely young lady that I was, I walked along with him as he tried to find the car, saying nothing. But as time went on, I had all I could do to stifle the laughter that kept bubbling up from my throat, realizing that we were walking in ever growing circles around the area. Pretty soon we were retracing our steps along streets we had already walked down and there was no car in sight!

It got to the point where I couldn't keep my hushed up laughter contained, nor could I stand to continue hunting for the elusive car any longer in heels! With a burst of giggles, I gently suggested that I give it a try. I grabbed his hand firmly and quickly led him directly to the car!

Once ensconced in the vehicle, he turned to me with a huge smile and asked me how long I knew he was never going to find the car. I collapsed in hysterical giggles, gasping as I tried to catch my breath. And he, watching me laughing so hard, started to laugh as well.

And we laughed and laughed and laughed for the next fifty-five years!

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I'm your next blog!

Okay, I was going through my FaceBook page and came across a funny meme. I wanted to read it to my husband who was watching television.  I asked him to mute the sound and watched while he poked the remote here and there, changed channels, brought up the Guide and generally looked bewildered trying to "mute" the damn thing.

I just couldn't hold it in any longer and proceeded to split my sides laughing and laughing and laughing.  I was guffawing so much I couldn't read the meme to him at which time he said to me, while laughing, "I'm your next blog."

The TV remote seems to be a complete mystery to him.  I think, sometimes, that he'd prefer the old buttons on the TV.  To say that he is tech-deficient would be an understatement.  But he sure does provide the reason for a lot of laughter in this house which he good-naturedly endures.

Still laughing so hard, I managed to croak out to him that I'll do the blog and include the joke.

Here it is without the photo of Bush accompanying it:

Donald Rumsfeld briefed the President this morning. He told Bush that Three Brazilion soldiers were killed in Iraq. To everyone's amazement, all of the color drained from Bush's face, then he collapsed onto his desk, head in hand. Finally he composed himself and asked Rumsfeld, "Just exactly how many is a brazilion?"

So, here's to my husband, who always provides the funniest off-the-cuff moments.  No wonder I have so many lines on my face.  They're all laugh lines!

So, I was thinking......

I'm not young anymore although I keep thinking of myself as a "little kid" who still hasn't figured out what I want to be when I grow up.  I simply have this mindset that keeps my head in my 3rd or 4th decade and not where it's supposed to be.  Now that's not a bad thing, except that I have kids older than that.

Every once in a while I think back over the years, remembering the path my life has taken and I smile contentedly at how that journey has gone.  It's been an amazing, interesting, exciting, and joyful ride along with  many somber & mournful times interspersed.  If I had to pick one phrase that would describe that ride I would choose "laughing my ass off" the whole way through.

I bring this stuff up because I'm hoping I'm just in the "autumn of my life" and not the "winter," and because I've been sick for the first time in a very long time. Consequently, my thoughts about the future run the gamut from a bit of trepidation to very hopeful.

To those of my friends and relatives who are around my same age, I assume you've all had thoughts pretty much like mine.  Warren and I have been pretty healthy for most of our lives and we try to do all the things to keep us that way.  When there's a blip on the road, it brings you "up short," makes you assess what you're doing and then make the necessary adjustments.

I'm feeling much better now but I resolve to take even better care of myself.  I still have much of my journey to go and hope the ride will be full of good health and, with Warren's usual help, it's going to be one full of giggles all the way.